I pulled her closer the moment our lips met, the soft sound of the kiss filling the quiet room. Clarissa melted against me, her massive chest pressing fully into my torso, soft and heavy and warm even through the fabric of her dress. I didn't rush. My hands slid up her back, finding the zipper, and I drew it down with deliberate slowness, the soft rasp of metal the only sound besides our breathing.
She shivered when the cool air touched her skin.
"Darling…" she breathed against my mouth, already trying to reclaim control of the conversation. "You know, a little bird also told me that you're quite skilled with that mouth of yours. I wonder if—"
I cut her off by sliding the dress off her shoulders.
